Gabriel’s POV
I waited on my bike, feeling the cold air brushing against my face. My helmet was in my hand, and I kept looking at the empty track like I was waiting for someone who wanted to annoy me on purpose. The crowd whispered, confused that the mysterious rider wasn’t here yet. I wasn’t confused. I was excited. My heart kept beating fast because, finally, I was going to race her one-on-one.
For a moment, I started to think she didn't want to show up. At least she should give us a head-up if she's going to back out of something like this. It would be humiliating for me if she doesn't feel up, so I hope she does show up here, or else I'm going to use everything I can in my life to find out who she is, even if it's breaking into the organizers’ files.
When I finally saw that familiar
